Good week! Down 1+ pound! Only the second time I've lost a pound or more in a week since I started back to meetings in February. Motivation to continue.
My leader's discussion today centered around a garden theme. The Mary, Mary quite contrary nursery rhyme more specifically. (Her name is Mary, so she thought that was cute.) Negative thoughts, etc. She closed with a quote I thought was good:
Your life is your garden.
Your thoughts are the seeds.
If your life isn't awesome,
you've been watering the weeds.
~ Jerry Prince
Hubby didn't gain or lose this week. He was exactly the same as last week at his weigh in. Have I told you the best thing about his weight loss? He's STOPPED SNORING! That may be the best benefit of the whole process!! ;-P
TODAY'S STATS
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Change from last week: -1.2
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Change since starting WW: -28.6
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Pounds to goal: 13.4
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Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Seriously?!
If this isn't bulletin board fodder for the Capitals, I don't know what is.
After last night's Caps win over the Pens (4-3), Sidney (or Cindy as he's known in some circles due to his incessant whining) Crosby explained what he was talking to the ref about in the aftermath of Alex Ovechkin's hat trick.
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From Dan Steinburg's (The Washington Post) blog post last night after the win:
If you're one of the best hockey players in the world, and you have a potentially undeserved reputation for excessive complaining, and you're asked what you were discussing with a game official following your rival's game-clinching playoff hat trick, you could potentially say, "Oh, it was nothing." Or, if you were feeling frisky, you could venture further afield.
"People kept throwing hats," Sidney Crosby said tonight. "I was just asking if he could make an announcement to ask them to stop. I mean, the first wave came and then I think they were all pretty much picked up, and then more started coming. So for us, we just wanted to make sure we kept kind of moving and kept the game going, wanted to try to get back in it. So wasn't complaining about anything."
Depends on the definition, I suppose. And I can't imagine any rambunctious Caps fans will start preemptively throwing hats on ice Saturday night. ..."
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He went on to rag on Caps, goalie, Varlamov and say that the Caps were nothing more than a lucky power play goal last night. Wow. Coach Bylsma might want to get a sock for that kid...
Back to the hats...
Good grief! Grow a pair! You're a professional athlete for God's sake. Throwing hats onto the ice after a player scores three goals in a game is a tradition that's as old as... well, I don't know how old it is. But it's older than me, so it's a tradition that's WAY older than you, Cindy.
Perhaps he's just mad because only one hat was thrown on the ice following HIS hat trick last night. Sheesh. He's lucky the red-clad fans at Verizon Center didn't throw purses on the ice!
Crosby's whining aside, last night's game was pretty epic. Arguably two of hockey's greatest young players each scored a hat trick during a playoff game. That's the stuff television ratings are made of! Executives at the VS network must've been giggling like school girls this morning.
As usual, an argument could be made that the reffing left a little (or a lot) to be desired. I didn't see the entire game--missed the first half of the first period. But two things stand out in my mind from the rest of the game. (1) The Caps got a power play out of a call where it looked to me like OV dived. Bad call. And (2) at the end of the game, the Caps' outstanding acrobat of a goalie was clearly cross-checked in the head just before Crosby scored his third goal. No call there. There were other zebra follies, but those are the two that stick out for me from last night.
So now it's on to Pittsburgh for Games 3 and 4. I'm sure the Pens fans will be just as loud and rowdy as the Caps fans here in DC have been. It'd be great to take a game in Pittsburgh--even better to take two. How great would it be to sweep the Pens right out of the playoffs? But I get ahead of myself. One game at a time.
In the meantime, I'll be watching to see what other crazy, idiotic, and/or unbelievable things pour out of Crosby's mouth when he opens it. The more he talks, the more motivated I bet OV and the boys in red will become. So blather away, pretty boy... blather away!
After last night's Caps win over the Pens (4-3), Sidney (or Cindy as he's known in some circles due to his incessant whining) Crosby explained what he was talking to the ref about in the aftermath of Alex Ovechkin's hat trick.
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From Dan Steinburg's (The Washington Post) blog post last night after the win:
If you're one of the best hockey players in the world, and you have a potentially undeserved reputation for excessive complaining, and you're asked what you were discussing with a game official following your rival's game-clinching playoff hat trick, you could potentially say, "Oh, it was nothing." Or, if you were feeling frisky, you could venture further afield.
"People kept throwing hats," Sidney Crosby said tonight. "I was just asking if he could make an announcement to ask them to stop. I mean, the first wave came and then I think they were all pretty much picked up, and then more started coming. So for us, we just wanted to make sure we kept kind of moving and kept the game going, wanted to try to get back in it. So wasn't complaining about anything."
Depends on the definition, I suppose. And I can't imagine any rambunctious Caps fans will start preemptively throwing hats on ice Saturday night. ..."
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He went on to rag on Caps, goalie, Varlamov and say that the Caps were nothing more than a lucky power play goal last night. Wow. Coach Bylsma might want to get a sock for that kid...
Back to the hats...
Good grief! Grow a pair! You're a professional athlete for God's sake. Throwing hats onto the ice after a player scores three goals in a game is a tradition that's as old as... well, I don't know how old it is. But it's older than me, so it's a tradition that's WAY older than you, Cindy.
Perhaps he's just mad because only one hat was thrown on the ice following HIS hat trick last night. Sheesh. He's lucky the red-clad fans at Verizon Center didn't throw purses on the ice!
Crosby's whining aside, last night's game was pretty epic. Arguably two of hockey's greatest young players each scored a hat trick during a playoff game. That's the stuff television ratings are made of! Executives at the VS network must've been giggling like school girls this morning.
As usual, an argument could be made that the reffing left a little (or a lot) to be desired. I didn't see the entire game--missed the first half of the first period. But two things stand out in my mind from the rest of the game. (1) The Caps got a power play out of a call where it looked to me like OV dived. Bad call. And (2) at the end of the game, the Caps' outstanding acrobat of a goalie was clearly cross-checked in the head just before Crosby scored his third goal. No call there. There were other zebra follies, but those are the two that stick out for me from last night.
So now it's on to Pittsburgh for Games 3 and 4. I'm sure the Pens fans will be just as loud and rowdy as the Caps fans here in DC have been. It'd be great to take a game in Pittsburgh--even better to take two. How great would it be to sweep the Pens right out of the playoffs? But I get ahead of myself. One game at a time.
In the meantime, I'll be watching to see what other crazy, idiotic, and/or unbelievable things pour out of Crosby's mouth when he opens it. The more he talks, the more motivated I bet OV and the boys in red will become. So blather away, pretty boy... blather away!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Thinking...
Mother Nature must be bi-polar. After a manic weekend and start to the week, she now seems to be depressed. It has been cloudy, cool, and sometimes rainy for the past two days. Is there not medication for this?
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Bring on the waddling birds...
The boys in red (aka The Washington Capitals) came from behind (after the first four games of the series, the Caps were down 3 games to 1) and took the best-of-seven Round 1 playoff series from the New York Rangers. That result was in question as recently as, oh, last night in the third period of Game 7. However, for some reason I never doubted that they'd win last night.
With little more than five minutes left in the third period, Sergei Federov (who has been my "Cap of choice" this year after seeing his "model photo" at the first Caps game I attended) scored a beautiful goal, glove side. I was doing free step on the Wii Fit at the time and somehow managed to keep time while whooping and contorting to show my glee. My right knee reminds me of that obviously awkward glee everytime I take a step today. I'm sure my three-inch wedge sandals are not helping the knee any. But I digress.
In the other game of interest last night, the New Jersey Devils and the amazing Martin Brodeur seemed to have a series win in hand. Next thing I knew, the stupid Carolina Hurricanes had scored not once, but TWICE, in the last two minutes of the game and won the series. So, Brodeur IS human! Because of this, the Capitals will now face their playoff nemesis Pittsburgh Penguins in Round 2 (instead of the Devils, whom the Caps would've played had the Devils actually won).
The Caps have a bad playoff history with the Penguins, not to mention a hate-hate relationship. But I believe the Caps beat the waddling, whining, flightless birds three of the four times they played this year. So we just need to do it four more times. The Pens arrive at Verizon Center on Saturday with the league's leading goal scorer for the regular season; a new head coach who successfully turned the team around at the end of the season and just got a lucrative, multi-year contract this week; and a hot goalie (hot as in winning, not hot as in yowza...Federov is hot as in yowza...).
It's not going to be easy, but we have a pretty hot, young goalie, too. Maybe you've heard of him? Simeon Varlamov (pronounced Sim-yeon VarLAHmof... emphasis on the middle syllable). Yeah, apparently he got tired of everyone mispronouncing his name, so he corrected all the sportscasters. Pretty funny. Dude doesn't speak English (maybe THAT's why Sean Avery didn't seem to bother him at all during the Rangers series... he didn't have a clue what Avery was yammering on about), and played a total of five (FIVE!) games in the NHL before backstopping the Caps' comeback in Round 1 -- earning two shutouts along the way. I think Theodore should probably make himself pretty comfy on the end of that bench for the foreseeable future. No goalie controversy here.
I love, love, LOVE that it's almost May and I'm still vested in the playoffs. The Caps haven't won a playoff series since the Cup run in 1998, so it's been awhile since I TRULY cared about anything beyond the first round. Sure, I'd pick a team and root them on. It's hockey, afterall. But this is our beloved Caps. The Caps we adopted when we moved here 15 years ago and supported when there were, like, 3,000 fans in the arena cheering them on. Now it's "in" to be a Caps fan. Everyone is on the bandwagon. Everyone is "rockin' the red." That's cool. The more the merrier. We'll make room on the wagon.
But just so ya know, we (and many of our friends) have been on the wagon all along. And the wagon doesn't stop for waddling birds that happen to be in the way. Too bad they can't fly -- guess we'll just have to run 'em over...
With little more than five minutes left in the third period, Sergei Federov (who has been my "Cap of choice" this year after seeing his "model photo" at the first Caps game I attended) scored a beautiful goal, glove side. I was doing free step on the Wii Fit at the time and somehow managed to keep time while whooping and contorting to show my glee. My right knee reminds me of that obviously awkward glee everytime I take a step today. I'm sure my three-inch wedge sandals are not helping the knee any. But I digress.
In the other game of interest last night, the New Jersey Devils and the amazing Martin Brodeur seemed to have a series win in hand. Next thing I knew, the stupid Carolina Hurricanes had scored not once, but TWICE, in the last two minutes of the game and won the series. So, Brodeur IS human! Because of this, the Capitals will now face their playoff nemesis Pittsburgh Penguins in Round 2 (instead of the Devils, whom the Caps would've played had the Devils actually won).
The Caps have a bad playoff history with the Penguins, not to mention a hate-hate relationship. But I believe the Caps beat the waddling, whining, flightless birds three of the four times they played this year. So we just need to do it four more times. The Pens arrive at Verizon Center on Saturday with the league's leading goal scorer for the regular season; a new head coach who successfully turned the team around at the end of the season and just got a lucrative, multi-year contract this week; and a hot goalie (hot as in winning, not hot as in yowza...Federov is hot as in yowza...).
It's not going to be easy, but we have a pretty hot, young goalie, too. Maybe you've heard of him? Simeon Varlamov (pronounced Sim-yeon VarLAHmof... emphasis on the middle syllable). Yeah, apparently he got tired of everyone mispronouncing his name, so he corrected all the sportscasters. Pretty funny. Dude doesn't speak English (maybe THAT's why Sean Avery didn't seem to bother him at all during the Rangers series... he didn't have a clue what Avery was yammering on about), and played a total of five (FIVE!) games in the NHL before backstopping the Caps' comeback in Round 1 -- earning two shutouts along the way. I think Theodore should probably make himself pretty comfy on the end of that bench for the foreseeable future. No goalie controversy here.
I love, love, LOVE that it's almost May and I'm still vested in the playoffs. The Caps haven't won a playoff series since the Cup run in 1998, so it's been awhile since I TRULY cared about anything beyond the first round. Sure, I'd pick a team and root them on. It's hockey, afterall. But this is our beloved Caps. The Caps we adopted when we moved here 15 years ago and supported when there were, like, 3,000 fans in the arena cheering them on. Now it's "in" to be a Caps fan. Everyone is on the bandwagon. Everyone is "rockin' the red." That's cool. The more the merrier. We'll make room on the wagon.
But just so ya know, we (and many of our friends) have been on the wagon all along. And the wagon doesn't stop for waddling birds that happen to be in the way. Too bad they can't fly -- guess we'll just have to run 'em over...
Accountability...
Lost this week, but thought I was on track to lose more. Of course, any loss is a good loss, but I think perhaps drinking a bottle of water half hour before weigh-in is not a good thing. Not enough time to process...
Hubby lost another THREE pounds! He rocks.
TODAY'S STATS
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Change from last week: -0.6
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Change since starting WW: -27.4
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Pounds to goal: 14.6
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Hubby lost another THREE pounds! He rocks.
TODAY'S STATS
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Change from last week: -0.6
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Change since starting WW: -27.4
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Pounds to goal: 14.6
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Thursday, April 23, 2009
Great day!
Today was a great day for Keeper Boy and J-Mav... we celebrated by allowing them -- and, in fact, encouraging them -- to both have dessert after dinner. They were kinda surprised, but didn't ask twice. They know better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. (That's how that saying goes, right?)
Starting with J-Mav: he was giggling as he came running toward me off the playground when I picked him up from school. GIGGLING! I asked him what was so funny. He could barely contain himself. "I got ALL of my stickers, Mama! ALL of them!"
He has a behavior chart for which he can earn four stickers before lunch and four after. The four areas for which he can earn stickers are keeping his hands to himself, being quiet while he works, raising his hand, and staying in his own space. He's struggled with the being quiet while working one. Not today. Awesome job, J-Mav!!
And then Keeper Boy: as many of you know, he got four Cs on his 2nd quarter report card. Had he been giving his best effort and gotten four Cs, we wouldn't have cared. But we knew he hadn't given it his best effort. So we had a long discussion and a deal that if his grades weren't up at mid-term, baseball would be in jeopardy. He was fine at mid-term, according to his teacher, so we let him play baseball and hoped for the best. Today he got his report card. He brought those four Cs back up and made the honor roll! He was very pleased with himself, and we are proud of his hard work.
Late this afternoon, we were also notified that he made the spring travel hockey team. It's a big change from this time last year, when he was being begged to come play for the same team. I don't even think he tried out last year. I don't remember. They just needed a goalie. This year, there were three very capable goalies vying for two spots during the two-part tryout. Keeper Boy earned one of the spots, so we will be at the rink for practice the next four Thursdays and in Aston, PA for a tournament over Memorial Day weekend. Congratulations, Keeper Boy!!
Tonight, Keeper Boy had a baseball game. He got on base all three times he was at bat (two walks and a hit) and scored every time. His team played well and won the game 11-8. Keeper Boy played three innings at first base, two at catcher, and sat an inning.
We went to Ruby Tuesday's for dinner after the game, and that's where the boys had their treats. Always fun to watch their eyes light up when we tell them they can do/have something they're usually no allowed.
Oh, and the Penguins lost tonight. That's ALWAYS a good day!! ;-P
Starting with J-Mav: he was giggling as he came running toward me off the playground when I picked him up from school. GIGGLING! I asked him what was so funny. He could barely contain himself. "I got ALL of my stickers, Mama! ALL of them!"
He has a behavior chart for which he can earn four stickers before lunch and four after. The four areas for which he can earn stickers are keeping his hands to himself, being quiet while he works, raising his hand, and staying in his own space. He's struggled with the being quiet while working one. Not today. Awesome job, J-Mav!!
And then Keeper Boy: as many of you know, he got four Cs on his 2nd quarter report card. Had he been giving his best effort and gotten four Cs, we wouldn't have cared. But we knew he hadn't given it his best effort. So we had a long discussion and a deal that if his grades weren't up at mid-term, baseball would be in jeopardy. He was fine at mid-term, according to his teacher, so we let him play baseball and hoped for the best. Today he got his report card. He brought those four Cs back up and made the honor roll! He was very pleased with himself, and we are proud of his hard work.
Late this afternoon, we were also notified that he made the spring travel hockey team. It's a big change from this time last year, when he was being begged to come play for the same team. I don't even think he tried out last year. I don't remember. They just needed a goalie. This year, there were three very capable goalies vying for two spots during the two-part tryout. Keeper Boy earned one of the spots, so we will be at the rink for practice the next four Thursdays and in Aston, PA for a tournament over Memorial Day weekend. Congratulations, Keeper Boy!!
Tonight, Keeper Boy had a baseball game. He got on base all three times he was at bat (two walks and a hit) and scored every time. His team played well and won the game 11-8. Keeper Boy played three innings at first base, two at catcher, and sat an inning.
We went to Ruby Tuesday's for dinner after the game, and that's where the boys had their treats. Always fun to watch their eyes light up when we tell them they can do/have something they're usually no allowed.
Oh, and the Penguins lost tonight. That's ALWAYS a good day!! ;-P
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Fire and ice
Saturday, as I previously posted, was a fabulous day weather-wise. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the kids were on the ball field. And, while I put sunscreen on the kids, I neglected to put any on myself and paid the price for wearing a sleeveless shirt while sitting outside for four hours.
Last night, Keeper Boy had another baseball game. It had been overcast and spitting off an on all afternoon. But the field was open, so off we went. As the front came closer, the temperature dropped into the upper 40s. We endured two lightning delays before finally starting the game just before 7pm -- an hour late. (When lightning is sighted, they are required to wait 20 minutes. If no more lightning is sighted, play can resume. If more lightning is sighted, the 20-minute clock re-starts.)
I took refuge in the back corner of the dugout since I keep the score book and it's difficult to write in pencil on wet paper. As I sat there slowly turning into an icicle, I was keenly aware of the seams in my t-shirt (under a sweatshirt, a windbreaker, and a blanket) rubbing against my still somewhat tender (though no longer on fire) shoulders.
What a difference three days makes!
Last night, Keeper Boy had another baseball game. It had been overcast and spitting off an on all afternoon. But the field was open, so off we went. As the front came closer, the temperature dropped into the upper 40s. We endured two lightning delays before finally starting the game just before 7pm -- an hour late. (When lightning is sighted, they are required to wait 20 minutes. If no more lightning is sighted, play can resume. If more lightning is sighted, the 20-minute clock re-starts.)
I took refuge in the back corner of the dugout since I keep the score book and it's difficult to write in pencil on wet paper. As I sat there slowly turning into an icicle, I was keenly aware of the seams in my t-shirt (under a sweatshirt, a windbreaker, and a blanket) rubbing against my still somewhat tender (though no longer on fire) shoulders.
What a difference three days makes!
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